Driving down the busy road in the rain there seemed to be a flash of black and white on the side of the road. I turned around to see what it was on the side of the road. As I slowly drove by it was clear there on the pavement was a little kitty that had been hit by a car. She was a beautiful black and white fluffy ball. It is a practice of mine to pick up dead animals on the road out of respect for their lives and return them to the earth. So my car, full of six four-legged girls, turned around and we turned on our flashers and gathered the little angel and put her into the heavy grass on the side of the road. We said a little prayer to thank her for her short life and hopped back into the car.
The only problem I have incurred with this practice over the years is a few people think I actually hit and killed the animals I pick up or bury at the side of the road and returned to the scene of my crime. This practice is about the sacred life of all animals. It is important for me to express reverent respect for the life of this soul. I want each animal to know at least one being recognized their life and sent them to the next life with great love.